Freya's Scheme Ruined My Marriage

The Barrett family and Prescott family agreed to ally with each other 20 years ago. The son of the Barrett family was to marry the first daughter of the Prescott family. But what happens when Mason refuses to marry the unknown girl his family chose for him? In an attempt to escape this alliance, he ends up marrying the second daughter of the Prescott family, Raven. This causes the first daughter, Blair, to despise her little sister even more. Blair and her mother, Lenora, try desperately to make Mason divorce Raven, but will they succeed? What happens when a new problem arises as Mason's obsessed ex wants him back? Find out in this thrilling tale.

“Show me!” Casper growled possessively. His deep baritone voice was a mix of several feelings - hunger, fire, desire, lust, impatience.   A stifled cry tore from her throat when Casper's rough hand grabbed her shoulders before pinning her against the wall. “I want to see you. All of you!” His patience was running out. “But…” There was no way in hell she would present herself so cheaply before him.  “$10000 to see your body.”  With those words, Lilith's eyes sparkled in anger.  “How dare…” The rest of her words hung in the air as the doctor's warnings echoed in her head, making her weigh her options.  $10000 would go a long way in saving the life of her mother and sister.  “Still reluctant? $20k.” he declared with a dangerous smirk plastered on his face. It was an offer she couldn't resist.  “Now take off that dress or watch me rip it to shreds!”  ***** Tragedy struck when Casper Hunter, the Alpha of the Midnight pack, could only watch his loved ones massacred as a result of his drastic decisions. Casper shut himself from the world and vowed never to love and trust again.  But fate plays a trick on him when Lilith, a young college graduate, arrives at his doorstep seeking a job.  Lilith followed the rules strictly until she found herself caught deeply in the web of his love.  Lilith knew Capser was haunted by dark secrets of his past, but what if Casper wasn't the only one with dirty secrets? 

Chapter 1 “You’re truly going to marry into the Henry family in Sophie’s place? To that lunatic who got shot and turned into a eunuch?!” The assistant, who had assumed she was here once again fishing for news about Richard, brightened instantly. As if afraid she might change her mind, he quickly shoved the contract into Nova’s hands. “Wonderful! You’re finally doing something useful for Mr. Richard instead of adding to his troubles. I’ll call him right now with the good—” “No.” Nova cut him off, a sarcastic smile tugging at her lips. “Don’t tell him yet. Let it be a surprise.” She paused, letting the silence hang. “I’m not fulfilling his wish for free. If I’m marrying Henry in Sophie’s place, I expect something in return.” The assistant’s pleased expression vanished, replaced by open disdain. “Miss Sophie was practically raised by your father. Can’t you show her a little kindness, too?” “The daughter of a servant?” Nova’s laugh was cold. “She’s not worthy of my kindness. My father gave his life to save her. Now I’m sacrificing my marriage. Is that not enough? Must everyone in the Nova family die for her before it counts as ‘kindness’?” The assistant sputtered, his face flushing with anger. Nova scoffed, her gaze drifting out the window toward the skyscraper by the river. “The old Nova Group headquarters, plus ten billion. Consider it my dowry.” His pupils contracted in shock. “Mr. Richard spent ten years of blood, sweat, and tears just to move out of that building! All our core data is still there. You’re asking for our foundation!” “So Richard doesn’t care for Sophie that much after all.” Nova shrugged. “No deal, then.” Growing impatient, she turned to leave. But the assistant, steeling himself, blocked her path. The Henrys had wealth and power that drew crowds, but Henry himself was a ruthless madman! Ever since that night, his moods had grown even more unpredictable. How could Miss Sophie be subjected to that? Gritting his teeth, the assistant gave a tight nod. “Fine!” Within minutes, a new contract was in Nova’s hands. She signed without hesitation and stood to leave. The assistant watched her, a strange look in his eyes. “Have you really let go of Mr. Richard? How can you suddenly bring yourself to marry someone else?” Nova didn’t look back. The heavy slam of the door was her only reply. *Let go?* Driving back to the villa, Nova found the study door slightly ajar. Through the gap, she could hear Richard’s voice—gentle, magnetic—as he taught Sophie how to write. His face held a tenderness she had never seen. He stood behind Sophie, his arms wrapped tightly around her, leaving no space between them. Intimate. She remembered when Richard had taught *her* to write. He’d never held her hand to demonstrate. Never wasted a word. Only the ruler, striking her palm again and again, never softening even when her skin bruised and swelled. Grief welled up; tears spilled over. Nova’s nails dug deep into her palms. *Ten whole years. How could I just let go?* After her father died saving his secretary’s daughter, Sophie, only his adopted son, Richard, remained by her side. In that abyss of despair, he held up her sky. Slowly, her dependence on him turned to love. When Richard needed money, she gave him every penny of her savings. When he needed connections and influence, she brought her father’s old associates to him. Even when he was drugged and needed a woman, she offered herself. Richard took the money, the power, the people. He took her. But when the sun rose again, he had frozen over once more. She thought he just didn’t know how to express love. That decades together meant he loved her, in his own way. Then, one night, jolted awake by a nightmare, she went to the memorial hall to mourn her father. There, she saw Richard pinning Sophie against the altar table, kissing her deeply. “We shouldn’t… What if the young mistress sees? She’s from the main family, beautiful, with a perfect figure. She adores you. I’m just a servant’s daughter—I can’t compare.” Richard’s voice was thick with desire. “So what if she sees? Even if she stood naked before me, she couldn’t excite me the way a single glance from you does.” “Once I’ve seized control of the Nova Group, once I make Nova lose everything, just like she lost her father… Once my revenge is complete, I can marry you…” Nova froze, plunged into an icy void. She stood there, numb, watching the altar shake, watching a foul wetness stain her father’s portrait. The love she’d believed in shattered in that instant. Countless overlooked details became a thousand cuts. The affection she thought was real had been a lie. The companionship she cherished was long-planned revenge. Even the truth of her father’s death was shrouded in fog! From the moment she stopped loving Richard, Nova had planned everything. First—to reclaim all that was hers! With that thought, Nova lifted her gaze and kicked the study door wide open—

I smoothed the wrinkles from my beige dress—the one Kian had once said made me look "appropriately modest"—and surveyed our dining table with critical eyes. The candles were perfectly aligned, the wine breathing in crystal glasses, and the anniversary dinner I'd spent all day preparing steamed invitingly. One year of marriage. One year of transforming myself into the wife I thought Kian wanted. "Perfect timing," I whispered to myself, checking my watch. Kian would be home any minute. When the door clicked open, I arranged my features into a welcoming smile. "Happy anniversary," I said, rising to kiss him. "Ah, yes. One year." He kissed my forehead absently, his mind already elsewhere.

I stood in the corner of our Manhattan penthouse, my camera hanging from my neck like armor. Through its lens, the world became manageable—distant, framed, controlled. I raised it now, focusing on Ryan across the room, laughing with his investment banker friends, champagne flute in hand. The birthday boy in his element, golden and untouchable. Click. I captured him mid-laugh, head thrown back, revealing the strong line of his jaw. Even after seven years of living under the same roof, the sight of him still made my heart contract painfully. "Quite the photographer, aren't you, Grace?" I lowered my camera to find Eleanor, our housekeeper, beside me. Her eyes, kind and knowing, had witnessed too much in this house. "Just a hobby," I murmured, fingers automatically reaching for the folded medical report in my pocket.

I was Asset 7, a "ghost" kept in a high-security facility with no memory and paralyzed vocal cords. My only value was my silence, making me the perfect disposable tool for the world's elite. Everything changed when I was sold to Culver Lancaster, a media billionaire drugged with a dangerous synthetic aphrodisiac. His staff needed a woman who couldn't talk, couldn't sue, and didn't exist in any official directory. They scrubbed my skin raw like a piece of meat and threw me into a dark penthouse with a man who had lost his mind to the drug. Culver didn't treat me like a human; he choked me against a door and used my body as a shield against his own madness. When I tried to run, his security hunted me down with dogs, and Culver threw me into a freezing wine cellar. I spent days in total darkness, starving and dehydrated, lapping dirty water off the floor just to stay alive. I lay on that cold stone, wondering why my life had become a series of cages and scars. I couldn't even scream to let the world know I was dying. How could a man claim to protect me while treating me like a disposable object? But when Culver finally came to the cellar to feed me, I didn't surrender. I bit him hard enough to draw blood, watching the shock in his eyes as I communicated the only way I could. Now, I wear the silk uniform and the velvet mask he bought for me, playing the role of his obedient "Shadow." Culver thinks he owns a broken girl he can lock in a velvet panic room, but I'm a weapon who just found her target. Every kiss is a reconnaissance mission, and I'm going to burn his empire to the ground.